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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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MARA

I want to be clear about something: I did not go to the coffee shop to talk to Knox Blackthorn. I went to the coffee shop to get an Americano and maybe a croissant if they still had the good ones, and Knox Blackthorn was sitting alone at the corner table looking like he was thinking about something that weighed about four hundred pounds.

I sat down across from him.

He looked at me.

"Mara," he said.

"Knox," I said.

The waitress came. I ordered the Americano. Knox had coffee already and it l
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